26.7.10

I feel like it should have been me.

It's kind of amazing the things we do in life, the choices we make. We wonder why we make them, how we made them.. think about how things would be if we didn't make those choices.
But you know, there's nothing you can do once the choices you made are made. All you can do is roll with the consequences. Yeah, you'll probably regret making your decision.. decisions, but you just have to move on. Somethings will be easier to forget than others. You might wish to forget, and sometimes you will be able to. Other times, you know you won't be.

I'm not one to give much advice. I'm usually the one who seeks it out, who feels like I need it to get through the stupid shit I do. But every once in a while, yeah, I know that I'm in a position where I need to be the one to give it. Where someone is seeking out advice from me and I need to be there to give it.

No one said life was a breeze. No one said anything was easy. But you know what, sometimes we make it harder than it really is. Or maybe it is hard to deal with, but if we push on hard enough, we can make it easy to deal with. Sometimes we feel like we don't want to deal with it or we want it to be hard to deal with because it finally gives us something to be down about, to be sad and depressed or upset. Because feeling that way makes us feel human, makes us feel alive. Sometimes we need to feel like life is hard so we don't feel so fake, so we don't feel like life is so damn easy, like it's 2-D.

I believe we need to go through the hard times, it helps us learn about life. And fuck, do we have a lot to learn about life. It's so damn complex, it's amazing. Half the time, people go through it and don't even realize what they're missing. I think these people are the ones that live the sheltered lives, protected from all the things that could make one become.. "bad", I guess? Maybe that isn't exactly what I'm trying to say.. ha. People need to experience things. Sheltered lives, I think, are not good for people. We need to experience things for ourselves so we can grow as a person, gain knowledge that will get us farther in life than our parents can get us. We need to experience the hurt, the pain, so we know how to help others through it. It's all a part of life that we should have to deal with.

I was told that my mother thinks there's something wrong with me. My own mother. Yeah, right now I'm not looking too far into anything she's saying so I'm not letting it bother me too much. But that though is sticking in my mind, just as a reminder that maybe my life has become a bit more.. complex than what other's might like. It gives me the satisfaction that I'm making choices that even though they're not up to the expectations of others, of my parents, but it's making me into a woman who maybe isn't quite 2-D. There's going to be more to me than maybe others might think or expect, especially coming from the family I come from and after being raised by the parents I have.

There's some things we do that we can do absolutely nothing to take it back, to change our situation that came about as a result of what we did. And we just have to live with it for the rest of our lives. But what you decide to do with that decision, it's completely up to you. Someone very important and special to me told me this: "You're going to have to make you're decisions for you because you're the one who's going to have to live with it. In the end, when everyone else is gone, you're going to be stuck with you and it's you who you're going to have to deal with." (Probably not exactly what was said, but it was along those lines.)

You know what you need to do to carry on. Whether you want to do what you know you need to do, well, it's your choice to do it or not. You need make your decisions and choices for you.
Just remember I love you.

7.7.10

Illusion never changed into something real.

I dreamed last night that there was a girl who had watched myself, my sister and some of our friends and would sketch us. Her sketches looked like photographs, they were so accurate and amazing. I guess they wouldn't be sketches, more drawings or something.
There was one of me and I was standing in a corner where two brick walls met and there was a door. I was leaning on the closed door, looking at my feet. I was wearing a black jacket, converse shoes and a white t-shirt with jeans.

I looked sad and alone.

Yesterday, I put my relationship with my boyfriend on hold. I feel like shit for doing what I did to him. He was so uptight and frustrated and it broke my heart. I handled everything like an immature kid. Teenager. Irresponsible. It made me sad.

"You're one of my best friends.."
"You were my best friend. ____ (his friend he has had since high school, his best guy friend) came second to you."

Jesus fucking christ. Afterward I drove around town, got pulled over by the cops for expired registration (no ticket, thankfully) and then I headed out of town. I tried to drive to a lake that I've been to several times to take pictures, but I was too tired to drive that far. I got as far as a river crossing, where the concrete turns to gravel and pulled up beside the bridge, texted my dad where I was and curled up on the bench seat of my truck and fell asleep.
I woke up to my sister rapping on my window. She had come with my parents to bring me home. My dad drove my truck as I fell asleep in the back of my parents vehicle. I was so worn out.. I went straight to bed when I got home. I called in sick this morning for work.
I feel like a horrible piece of shit.
But maybe I'm over reacting. Who knows.

I feel like I'm going crazy. Like I'm a mess-up. The past few months have been so weird, and they're only going to get worse as I start to get my shit for college together.

Yeah.
Just sayin'.

5.7.10

I walk dead or alive.

So I would consider myself pretty much recovered from my incident. Kind of. Being placed in the mobile shop has been great, I love it there. The pace is so slack, I find myself being bored more than busy. My main duty is to clean all the mud and grease that has been building on the loaders for the past 9 months with a pressure washer. By the end of the day, a lot of the mud and grease that was originally on the loader has been sprayed onto me. It's an extremely dirty job, but I love it. It takes about.. 7 hours a loader? Roughly? Yeah, time goes by pretty fast in the wash bay when you're doing that job, so it's all good.
Being the only girl in the shop is cool, all the guys give me a hard time, but it's all in good fun. They're all nice to me, so there are no problems. When I'm not cleaning a loader, I'm usually just doing general clean-up around the shop or cleaning out trucks. Or painting. Man, I hate painting. It's the most boring job and where I'm painting, I'm always in the dust of semi trucks driving by. And in the sun. I'm surprised I haven't burned my arms or neck more. It gets bloody hot sometimes, though.

The only issues I still have with the whole incident is when I hear or walk through the planer, where the incident happened. The planer is across the yard from the shop and there are usually lifts of wood blocking the sound and sight of the planer but one afternoon, I suddenly realized that there was no more lifts in the yard and I could hear the familiar sounds of the machinery of the planer.. it seemed to stop me dead in the shop for a little bit. I could feel my heart racing and I could feel myself start to panic. Someone talking over the radio snapped me out of the trace but not without startling me pretty good. Walking through the planer was pretty bad, I just put my head down and shot straight through the building. I luckily don't have to deal with that place much, but when I do, it's still tough. Talking about the incident gets me a little uptight, but not like it used to.

Now that all that has been settled in my mind, of course other shit comes up. There's always something that has to make my mind go into overdrive.
Things with my boyfriend has been getting a little tiresome for me.. I don't think I'm quite ready for a relationship like what he is wanting. We've been dating for about 4 months now and he's already saying I'm the love of his life? Sure, maybe he is seriously that in love with me.. but that's pretty steep. And it scares the hell out of me. I'm only 18.. and I don't want to be thinking about settling down at all. I know for a fact that I'm not ready.
We've also been running into problems with my drinking.. the last couple times we go out and drink socially, I usually end up taking off somewhere. There was quite the incident at a wedding two nights ago.. I left the wedding and went to a friends house. My cousin got yelled at by everyone for letting me leave and she started crying. I was really upset that they were getting angry and chewing her out for something I did. Everyone apologized to her and felt bad about it, but it still upsets me.
With my boyfriend, I've been kind of distancing myself.. I may be happy to see him at first but after spending a bit of time with him, I'm usually in a distant mood.. not really mad, but almost annoyed? Not quite sure, but as a friend put it, I don't think I'm ready to have to answer to anyone just yet about what I do and everything. I know you have to work to make relationships work, but I just don't think I'm ready to be in that mind frame yet. And with a relationship, there should be a certain amount of ease as well.
I don't know.
I haven't talked to him much since the wedding at all. Haven't heard or said anything to him all day today. Yesterday, everyone seemed pretty upset about what I did at the wedding and I was feeling quite shitty. So I went for a drive by myself out west, something I love doing. I drove through the foothills to where you're not quite in the Rockies, but it's pretty damn close. The road is a small, gravel road that winds through the valleys and up and down the small, treed mountains. It's so beautiful out there, everything is so green right now. There were lots of wild flowers; Tiger Lillies and my favourite, Indian Paintbrushes. I picked some and brought them home and they're sitting in a vase on the kitchen table.

Anyways. Yeah, things are going.. maybe not too well, but it's going. We'll see what happens.

Rachel